Blizzard.

He looked up at the airtight sky, today Lin Jin and Jiang Chao went back to the company in advance to prepare for the start of construction after the year, the company was in the suburbs, and when they came back, they didn't know if the elevated road would be closed.

He looked at the time, it was already past three o'clock, and he hesitated for a moment when he was about to call Lin Jin to inform her and ask her to come back early.

Suddenly a dark wind rolled up in the room, and all the books on the table were suddenly turned over with a clattering sound, and even the glass was violently slammed.

Jiang Futing changed to send a text message to Lin Jin instead, and he looked in the direction where the breath came out with some surprise.

The yin qi was so thick that it was not like words, and the figure that gradually appeared out of thin air seemed to have just come out of the bath under the Nine Shadows, and its body was wrapped in a strong ghost aura that had not yet had time to rein.

This was the first time he had seen Bai Tang appear in such a hurry, and he usually looked like he was holding his breath lightly.

"Sister Ning Yuan appeared." Jiang Futing guessed his intention.

"Yes." Bai Tang's face looked a little solemn.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Futing sensed that something was wrong with his breath, and that rich ghost aura swirled around Bai Tang's body, as if a thick black barrier was wrapped around him.

"It's okay, I suffered a small loss down there." Bai Tang said casually, closed his eyes and began to breathe.

He had just been careless below, and was secretly calculated by that cunning thing, and when he beat him, he lost his strength, and he was summoned by the summoning charm, so he could only suppress it brutally and go back, so he hurried over.

The ghost qi around his body was like a black streamer running rapidly, and it took a few minutes for him to stabilize the disorder in his body under his pranayama.

Jiang Futing stood quietly to the side, tilting his head slightly, observing the changes in Bai Tang's body for a moment.

How powerful is that thing that makes Bai Tang suffer.

Before he could think of the result, Bai Tang had already opened his eyes, his expression was not reduced, he grabbed his hand, and said, "Ning Yuan's situation is a little wrong. ”

His words made Jiang Futing's heart burst out, and when he came out, he always felt that there was some disobedience in the behavior of the female ghost, but he couldn't find a clear mistake in all aspects.

Now that Bai Tang said this, the feeling that something was wrong became even more obvious, and he was almost sure that the female ghost's purpose was not as simple as simply finding Ning Yuan.

The hurricane in my ears was as fierce as a knife.

In the blink of an eye, he was already standing in a very familiar room, elegant and exquisite.

When Jiang Futing saw the things in front of him clearly, in addition to the scent of sandalwood in the room itself, a strong smell of blood stimulated his nostrils.

His face changed suddenly.

The place where they settled was Ning Yuan's bedroom.

The bedding at the foot of the bed was already soaked with blood, and the blood dripped, from the foot of the bed to the floor, and stretched to the outside of the room.

Jiang Futing suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

Not because of the shocking blood in the room itself, but because of a mistake caused by a deviation in his judgment.

What is the difference between the current self and Ning Yuan back then.

Can be omitted

Where is the point?

Almost as soon as he saw the bloodstains, he walked out of the door directly in the direction of the bloodstains, and then stopped, his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

The corridors leading to the various rooms outside were all stained with large patches of blood red, as if they had been sprayed on them not long ago, and before they had dried, they were slowly flowing down the walls and mixing with the puddles of blood on the ground.

When Jiang Futing just stepped out, he felt as if he had stepped on water, he lowered his head, and sure enough, the white canvas soles were also printed with a circle of red.

This can't be Ning Yuan's blood loss alone, could it be, Ning Yuan's parents are also ······

He quickly dispelled the terrible thoughts in his head, no!

Jiang Futing no longer made unfounded guesses alone, and turned around to see Bai Tang raising his hand, and several drops of blood were suspended in his palm.

It shouldn't be the same person that he could distinguish, and the number of blood droplets has greatly exceeded the three people he guessed.

The waves that had just surged in his heart calmed down a little, Jiang Futing waited for Bai Tang to come out and then followed him, watching the amount of blood suspended in his hands increasing, and he also began to be suspicious: "It's all different people." ”

"Yes." Bai Tang didn't bother to collect it later, most of the information brought by the blood was already dead people, he took his hand before turning around and saying, "There is no Ning Yuan." ”

Jiang Futing was completely relieved.

But Bai Tang didn't stay at his house for a minute longer, where could Ning Yuan go?

The two of them groped around the entire room for a while, and they couldn't find any other superfluous abnormalities except for the blood stains all over the room, but Ning Yuan couldn't just disappear out of thin air.

But how could there be so many different people in this room?

After Jiang Futing turned around inside and out, when he walked up to Bai Tang, he found that his face was not good-looking.

"What did you find?" Jiang Futing was still carefully re-examining every corner, whether it was stained with blood or not.

"Nope." Bai Tang clapped his hands with some disgust, just like how dirty the things he touched, he had never been so particular at home.

He squinted his peach blossom eyes and seemed to inadvertently sweep the room: "It's very clean, and there is no trace left." ”

Jiang Futing didn't fully understand the meaning of his words, turned his head to look at him, and realized something in his eyes for a moment, and said in disbelief: "People from the Immortal Sect." ”

"Well, it's just a pity, it is estimated that they underestimated their opponents, and they should have been wiped out in an instant." Bai Tang gloated with a good look on his face.

He waved his hand, and the house suddenly filled the house with a billowing black mist, and the ghost qi made a sound like a fire the moment it touched the blood, and then slowly evaporated.

Finally feeling much refreshed, he nodded with satisfaction: "Go find Ning Yuan, in such a minute, you have to kill and hide, and you don't have time to leave this house, you should be hiding somewhere." ”

"I'll go outside and take another look." Jiang Futing said and walked in the direction of the study and living room.

Because the weather was much worse than last time when he came this time, and since Ning Yuan knew that the female ghost might be his sister, he didn't have the habit of turning on the lights, the whole house was dull and gray, and the dark clouds in the sky outside seemed to be able to press into the room at any time.

Just as Jiang Futing was about to walk back to the living room, he suddenly heard a clicking sound.

The sound is crisp, a bit like the sound of water droplets falling slowly on the tiles, but if you listen carefully, it is like a finger tapping on glass lightly and slowly.

The source of the sound was close enough to fall in his ears.

He stopped and looked to the side, the walls of Ning Yuan's house were all dark wood color, many of them were real wood with a waterproof layer and wax pasted on the wall, and finally wrapped in a layer of brown paint.

Probably because the wall had just been stained with a large amount of blood, a deep puddle of water appeared in the wet area, forming a strange pattern.

The pattern seemed to squirm, and the range of water stains was still spreading outward little by little, and the clicking sound just heard became clearer and clearer, as if it was behind this wall.

There's something else in this wall.

He stretched out his hand and touched the wall near the sound little by little, and sure enough, when he touched a patchwork of wooden planks, he felt a cool breeze in his fingertips.

Just as he was about to touch this gap, his vision suddenly distorted, and a figure with his back to him vaguely appeared in front of him.

It was a girl, dressed in a little dress, and the skirt was drenched in blood, from her head to her shoes, as if soaked in blood.

He recognized this as Ning Yuan's sister for the first time, which was not much different from what he described.

Just as he was about to walk straight forward, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and the surrounding images became distorted and blurred under the turmoil of his mind.

The little girl was slowly turning, and when she was about to show her face, her face was blurred, as if it had been covered with a mosaic.

As the image faded, the blood-drewn, hollow eyes seemed to see a threatening enemy staring at him.

Jiang Futing was stunned by her gloomy eyes, and when she reacted, her vision returned to normal.

He was still standing where he had just stood, his hands on the wall.

From time to time, there was a cool breeze on the fingertips, and the sound of clicking inside continued.

It was really an illusion just now, it seemed that Ning Yuan and his sister were probably hiding here, but they didn't know what the purpose of that girl was, and it seemed that they didn't want to find them, so they used hallucinations to scare him.

But he clearly felt the girl's unkind gaze when she looked back at him, although it was only for a short moment, but the killing intent in the other party's eyes was like an invisible hand about to choke his neck on the spot.

Jiang Futing did not give up, and continued to touch the place where the wooden board was ventilated, and after touching it from the top to the bottom, he could roughly determine that it was a door.

But there was no doorknob, this kind of door connected to the wall was quite private, and this door was really well done, if he didn't hear something, he wouldn't have thought of it

Something will be out of order.

Jiang Futing stood up and tried to push it, but his strength was blocked, and he didn't push it at all.

That's a moving sliding door?

Not sure which direction it was, I simply pulled left and right.

Immediately after, there was the sound of roller skating rolling at hand.

A thick wet smell wafted out from it little by little.

Jiang Futing frowned when he smelled this, he opened the door and finally saw inside, it was actually a small bathroom, but he didn't expect that a toilet would be so hidden.

The tiles on the floor were soaked in blood, and the drains of the sink seemed to be blocked, and the pool of blood filled with blood, spilling from the edges and sliding down the cabinet below.

But the faucet was always off.

Further up was a mirror hanging on the wall, which was also stained with a lot of red liquid, some of which looked like blood was splattered on it, and there were many small bloody handprints pressed on it and slowly wiped down, leaving a long mark.

Jiang Futing walked over vigilantly and leaned in front of the mirror to take a closer look.

(End of chapter)